It was an easier process than Ammy imagined. She slipped through the window in her room and onto the neighboring roof, throwing her bag first and then jumping over. The roof was at just the right angle to hide her from the thugs stalking her and Ammy was able to scale the rooftops and slip into an alley far away from prying eyes. She was proud of herself as she slipped into the morning crowd, following men in suits and groups of well-dressed women into the business district. The bank was easy to locate, a crowd of wealthy looking patrons occupied the lobby and Ammy was thankful she had decided...